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Chapter List
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Disclaimer:
Harry Potter and all his friends (and enemies) are the brain-child of J.K.
Rowling. I�m just borrowing them. Exclusive ownership belongs to JKR, Arthur A.
Levine Books and Scholastic Inc. Jane Sinclair and all additional characters
belong to me. You belong to yourself.

A/N: Sparks are flying in this chapter. Please take
appropriate precautions and assume crash positions. Parents, take your kids out
for ice cream.

***

I ain�t
gonna take none of your

Putting me down

I put a spell on you

I Put a Spell
on You, Creedence Clearwater Revival

Chapter 4
� I Put a Spell on You

***
Flashback ***

Ollivander watched the two witches leave his store. He
wiped his hand tiredly over his face and walked to the door. His hand shook
slightly as he touched the sign hanging in the window so it read Closed.

He turned
and let his gaze sweep over his beloved store. He beheld the chaos Miss
Sinclair had caused and sighed. A quick flick of his wand restored order.

�It is
done,� he said to the empty room.

Ollivander waved his wand once more and he and his store
dissolved into nothingness.

***
End Flashback ***

�Let�s try
it again, Miss Sinclair.�

Jane sighed
and lifted her wand once more. For the past two hours, she�d been casting spell
after spell without making much headway. Even more frustrating than her lack of
progress, however, was the forbidding demeanor of Severus
Snape, who kept watching her every move with
unrestrained disdain.

The Order
had installed them in the Shrieking Shack, since Snape
could not remain at Grimmauld
Place. Jane couldn�t remember being given a
concrete reason. She only recalled it having something to do with the
continuing animosity between The-Boy-Who-Lived, Harry Potter, and the
former Potions teacher. Of course, Hogwarts was off limits, also. The
likelihood of being discovered by students and faculty was high, and the myriad
of gossip-loving pictures and portraits would not keep his presence secret for
long. The Shrieking Shack had been an acceptable compromise. Besides having a secret
passage connect it with the school grounds, its reputation ensured that Snape�s discovery would be highly unlikely.

Remus had escorted her this first time, showing her how to
inactivate the Whomping Willow. Snape
had been living in the Shrieking Shack for some time, Jane realized as she
stepped inside. Although far from cozy and welcoming, the shack�s interior had
a positively lived-in appearance. A couple of shabby overstuffed comfortable
armchairs had been placed in front of the fireplace. There was an old leather
sofa pushed carelessly into a corner. Someone had bewitched the interior of the
house, because none of the moans or swaying motions were noticeable indoors. Snape had also set up a make-shift potions workshop, which
was a pitiful substitute for his first-rate laboratory at Hogwarts. He had
greeted them dourly and dismissed Remus almost
immediately.

Jane had
noticed the expression of worry and regret on Lupin�s
face before he left and chanced a desolate glance towards Snape.
He�d always been a forbidding teacher, but now, the prospect of being alone
with him was absolutely frightening. She didn�t exactly know why, though. It
wasn�t that she feared for her life. He had nothing to gain from killing her.
And, yet, his presence disturbed her. Especially now, with his austere form
hovering by her side, she found it rather difficult to concentrate.

With a sigh,
she focused once more on the plate before her and spoke, enunciating clearly. �Vera
verto!�

The plate
began to spin slowly and Jane involuntarily moved backwards. To her great
surprise, however, the plate began to pick up speed while simultaneously
shifting its shape. This was new, she thought. It quickly turned into a rapidly
spinning blur before her eyes. She took another step back. Suddenly, there was
a small pop and the plate had turned into a silver serving tray. Jane quickly
glanced at Snape for approval.

�Well,� he
finally said. �This could be considered an improvement over your last attempt,
Miss Sinclair,� his slow drawl turned viciously sarcastic, ��had you not been
charged with transfiguring the plate into a vase.�

�But at
least it changed form this time,� Jane spoke up, inexplicably hurt by his
disapproval.

�Yes,� he countered
callously, �and the Dark Lord�s minions will be duly impressed when you�ll be
able to throw an entire tea service at them.�

�And a vase
is going to scare them more?� If there was one thing that Jane had learned in
her thirteen years among Muggles, it was never to
show weakness.

Severus clenched his teeth and a muscle in his jaw twitched
violently. His eyes narrowed slightly. �Let�s get one thing straight, Miss
Sinclair,� he informed her succinctly. �I�m not here for my own
amusement. I�m here because the Order wishes me to. I have been asked to teach
you to the best of my abilities, and I shall do so. However, I cannot do the
work for you.�

�Don�t you
think I know that, Professor?� Jane retaliated. �Since my return, I have spent
every free minute studying. Don�t you think it frustrates me that I have to
relearn subjects and spells I once excelled in? You may not be impressed by
this�� Jane pointed at the tray lying innocently on the table in front of her,
�but I am proud of it. I haven�t done magic in thirteen
years. This gives me hope that I haven�t lost my abilities. Can�t you
understand that?�

Snape looked at her with his usual inscrutable expression.
His dark eyes bored into hers, but she refused to back down. In the end, it was
he who looked away.

�I do not coddle
my students, Miss Sinclair,� he finally said.

�And I don�t
want to be coddled, Professor. Nor do I expect leniency. All I want is
for you to be patient with me, at least for the next few sessions. Pushing me
won�t make me learn any faster.�

Severus drew himself upright. �Very well, Miss Sinclair. I
will give you one week to master the spells we have practiced today. If, by
then, you are unable to perform even one of them to my satisfaction, you will
do as I say without questioning me or my teaching methods ever again. Do I make
myself clear?�

Jane nodded.
�Perfectly. Shall we shake on it?�

Snape looked at her outstretched hand with a mixture of
horror and disgust. �That,� he said with forced composure, �is not
necessary.�

She pulled back
her proffered hand, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. Whatever had possessed
her to do it? �I�m sorry,� she mumbled.

�No matter.�
Snape lifted his wand and turned the tray back into a
plate. �Now,� he said, clearly enjoying her discomfort, �try again, Miss
Sinclair.�

***
Interlude ***

Severus Snape was the most
insufferable man she�d ever met in her life, Jane fumed after returning from
her third lesson with him. It was close to midnight
when she stormed into her quarters muttering oath after oath. The man was a
sadist who took perverse pleasure in making her suffer. For four hours he had
mercilessly lectured her on how to differentiate between English and Scottish
deadly nightshade. Four hours, she harrumphed, tearing off her clothes
and grabbing her terrycloth bathrobe. Four hours to point out five � five! �
subtle differences that merely affected the taste of
the potion deadly nightshade was used in, nothing more.

Jane stomped
into the adjoining bath chamber to draw a bath. She sat on the rim of the large
marble tub and watched the water pool slowly at the bottom. She added some of
the magic bath salts Tonks had urged her to buy
during their shopping escapade in Diagon Alley.
Purple foam began to bubble. Soon the soothing scent of lavender and rosemary
filled her nose, driving all unpleasant thoughts from her mind. She slipped out
of her robe and into the welcoming warm water with a happy sigh. Almost
instantaneously she relaxed, and all thoughts of Severus
Snape dissolved into a hazy fog of forgetfulness.

***

Jane
Sinclair was the most insufferable woman he�d ever met in his life, Severus fumed after she left. He had taught some annoying
students in his time, the most recent having been a certain Hermione Granger,
but this one was definitely in a league of her own. She had dared to contradict
him more than once tonight, especially after he had taken great pains in
pointing out the importance of choosing the proper potion ingredients. The
origin of each ingredient was just as important as the amount or the way it was
prepared. He still couldn�t believe that she questioned him.

True, she
had prepared the potions he�d assigned her with extraordinary skill and to
perfection. She had always been an excellent student in potions, he grudgingly
admitted. But she had contradicted him! After he had explicitly told her
that he would not tolerate any backtalk. Severus
paced in front of the fireplace, heedless of how close his billowing robes came
to the flames. The woman was infuriating, he grumbled. Absolutely infuriating.
He looked wildly about the room, in desperate need of something to smash. His
gaze fell upon the bottle of Ogden�s
finest sitting innocently nearby. He moved swiftly over to the end table and
stared long and hard at the bottle. He longed to smash it into a million
pieces, but the waste of such fine firewhiskey was
almost unconscionable. In the end, he decided in favor of the firewhiskey and filled a large glass almost to the rim. Severus collapsed into one of the armchairs and raised the
glass to his lips. He drank a large mouthful, and swished the velvety amber
liquid twice around the mouth before swallowing it. He welcomed the trail of
heat it burned down his throat and into his stomach. He closed his eyes when he
felt the warmth spread into his veins and slowly suffuse his body. A delicious
numbness crept into his limbs.

By the time
he emptied the glass, the annoying Miss Sinclair was nothing but a distant
memory.

***
End Interlude ***

�So, how are
your lessons proceeding, Jane?� Remus asked her
casually during breakfast one Saturday morning.

�Which
ones,� she retorted.

�Your
training with Severus. Are you� is he treating you
alright?�

Jane
wrinkled her nose in disgust. �He�s as unpleasant and insulting as he�s always
been.�

�I see he
hasn�t lost his touch.�

Jane gave an
unladylike snort. That was an understatement. �He�s a slave driver,� she
informed him.

�But you are
learning,� Remus prodded gently.

Jane
shrugged. �As well as can be expected, I guess. I just don�t know whether it is
because of him or because I study a lot. It�s been a month now, but for every
new fact I learn, I seem to remember several I�ve forgotten.�

�It sounds
like you�re making progress,� Remus encouraged her.

�Well, I
like to think so,� Jane pouted, �but that odious man doesn�t think I�m learning
fast enough.�

�Don�t tell
me you�re letting him bully you around?!�

Remus� mock indignation brought a grin to her face. �Don�t
worry,� Jane assured him. �I can handle Professor Snape.
If you want to worry about someone, worry about him, not me.�

�Hm,� Remus rubbed his chin. �I
believe you.�

Jane checked
her watch and jumped. �Oh no,� she cried in alarm. �I�m late.�

She stuffed
the last piece of toast into her mouth, mumbled a quick to good-by to Lupin and rushed unceremoniously out of the Great Hall. She
hurried to her chambers and threw open the trunk sitting at the end of her bed.
Grabbing the Invisibility cloak Tonks had given her,
she quickly flung it over her head and left.

�You are
late,� Snape greeted her disagreeably from behind his
desk, when she arrived at the Shrieking Shack twenty minutes later.

�That
couldn�t be helped,� Jane shrugged noncommittally. She didn�t owe him an
explanation, and she�d only waste more time explaining how she�d had to avoid a
handful of particularly adventurous students trying to conquer the Whomping Willow. Fortunately for her, soon one of them got
slapped hard enough by a wayward branch to warrant a trip to the infirmary.

�Miss
Sinclair,� Snape fixed her with his piercing gaze as
he rose to his feet. �When I agreed to teach you, I informed you of a few rules
that I expect to be obeyed at all times.�

He stretched
out his arms in a jerky motion that straightened his sleeves, before grasping
the front parts of his billowing robe and wrapping them about him.

�The rules
were simple enough � or so I thought. Apparently, I have to refresh your
memory.�

Snape moved quickly to stand in front of her. Jane�s head
jerked up to meet his stare.

�I assure
you that won�t be necessary,� she told him quietly.

His upper
lip curled into a cruel sneer. �I had three rules, Miss Sinclair,� he ignored
her feeble protest. �Just three. Let me remind you. One,� he began
counting off on his long fingers, �I will not tolerate asinine questions, snide
backtalk or childish reminiscing about the past. Two,� a second finger came up.
�I expect absolute obedience without second-guessing my methods of instruction.
Three,� he thrust a third finger in her face, �I demand punctuality. My time is
precious and I am loath to waste it. Is that understood?�

Jane stared
at him mutinously. She had the perfect snappy answer ready for him, but he was
in a particularly nasty temper today and edging him on would make things highly
unpleasant for her. So, she simply nodded her head and clamped her mouth shut.

Severus looked down at the woman in front of him. Her meek
demeanor didn�t fool him one bit. Even now, after his cold dress-down, she
continued to hold his gaze, refusing to back down. He�d seen the mutinous spark
in her eyes, noticed how much she struggled to hold her tongue. He had to
admit, though, that she was more composed than most witches he�d had the
misfortune of teaching over the years. Jane Sinclair knew how to keep her
emotions under control � well, most of the time, at least. But she had a
determination in her that bordered on tenacity. He had to admire that. Her
progress had been more than satisfactory so far, but he wasn�t going to tell
her that, of course. He didn�t want her to slack off. She still had much to
learn.

In the end,
it was the untouchable Severus Snape
who looked away.

�Very well,�
he said, slightly disconcerted. �Let�s hope that you won�t forget this time.�

***

�Miss
Sinclair, does anything above your neck work?� Snape
spat viciously, after her Disillusionment Charm went wrong � again. With an
angry flick of his wand he restored her back to normal.

Jane stared
at him in disbelief, her eyes quickly filling with tears. The man was a
monster! She may not have disillusioned herself successfully this last
time, but at least she�d managed to turn her head and half of her body
invisible. They�d been practicing this particularly difficult spell for several
hours now and she was drained, both physically and mentally. Snape, on the other hand, looked as immaculate and
unperturbed as ever. He simply stood, looking at her without pity, without
emotion, and it drove her over the edge.

�Professor,
you are an impossible man to please,� Jane exploded. �I am well aware that I
will never be able to live up to your standards, but I believe that I
would disappoint you less if you stopped testing me on things we haven�t
covered, yet. I need some structure, and I must master one thing before going
on to the next. Surely, you can appreciate that?�

She looked
at him for a reaction, but he just kept watching her. �You may have noticed,�
she continued, having come too far to stop now, �that all those surprises
you�ve been springing on me recently haven�t been very conducive to my
learning. And it�s not because I don�t study or practice enough. I can�t just
prepare for any eventuality. It�s no wonder I�ve been failing half the
tests you�ve subjected me to so far. You�re setting me up to fail.�

Snape looked at her for a disconcertingly long time. �Are
you done,� he finally asked her coldly.

�Yes, I
believe I am.� Jane stood and collected her things.

�What are
you doing?� Was it her imagination or had there been a small catch in his
voice?

�What does
it look like I�m doing? I�m leaving.�

Jane moved around
him and headed for the door, but Snape, quick as
lightning, grabbed hold of her hand and held her back. �We aren�t done, yet,�
he informed her sharply.

Surprised at
his agility, she looked first at his hand holding hers, then at him. There was
a dangerous glint in his dark eyes, warning her to tread carefully. She didn�t
care.

�Oh, we�re
done, all right. I�m exhausted and my head hurts. I�m going home.�

Jane tried
to pull away, but he kept his iron grip on her.

�Let me go,�
she insisted, trying to shake him off. �You should be happy. I�m ridding you of
my loathsome company early.�

�Don�t be
ridiculous,� he said and led her to his work table. He pushed her
unceremoniously onto a stool. �Sit!�

Snape turned to one of the shelves holding various colored
bottles and glass jars.

�But I��
Jane tried to protest.

�Oh, do
be quiet, Miss Sinclair,� he drawled as he surveyed his stock. He let his hand
glide along the shelf, his long fingers gently touching the various containers
along the way. The gesture was almost loving, Jane reflected with a start. No,
she shook her head. Where had that come from? Clearly, Severus
Snape was incapable of love or compassion.

He finally found what he was
looking for and returned with a small jar. He unscrewed the top and dipped one
long finger into it. He retrieved a small dab of salve and transferred some of
it to the fingertips of his other hand. Jane made a feeble attempt to get up
when he suddenly moved to stand behind her, but his physical presence held her
in place.

�Sit down, Miss
Sinclair,� he instructed her.

Without warning, he touched his
fingers to her temples and began to massage the salve into her skin. She felt
almost immediate relief, the sharp stabbing pain of her migraine quickly
receding to a dull throbbing sensation.

�This feels good,� she told him
as her eyes fluttered shut.

�Be quiet, Miss Sinclair,� Snape chided her softly. Strangely enough, his voice was
devoid any sarcasm or cold disdain. He sounded almost � tender.

She felt her entire body relax and leaned backwards for
support. His body was solid, but his touch was gentle. She sighed contently.
His fingers moved in small circles, massaging away the tension, driving away
the pain. Jane had always liked Snape�s hands with
their long and graceful, yet strong and manly fingers � they were the hands of
an artist. The very first Potions lesson she ever had, he had told her and her
classmates that Potions was a subtle science and exact art. And Snape truly was a master of Potions, an artist in his own
way. I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses, he
had told them so many years ago. And he was certainly doing it now. His fingers
were working their magic, putting a spell on her. Her headache was quickly
becoming a thing of the past. She surrendered to his touch, leaning fully
against him now. A moan of pleasure escaped her lips.

Snape stiffened and pulled away.

�Please
don�t stop,� Jane pleaded. To her disappointment, however, he swiftly moved out
of reach.

�I trust
your head feels better now,� he asked her quietly.

Jane quickly
recovered. What had come over her? This was Severus
Snape � always disdainful, always criticizing. And
she had practically begged him to keep his hands on her. The blood
rushed to her face when she recalled how, only moments ago, she had shamelessly
pressed herself against him. Surely, she had shocked him. Merlin�s beard!
She�d shocked herself. Thoroughly embarrassed, she grabbed her things and
jumped to her feet.

�Yes,
Professor,� she said meekly, unable to look at him. �Thank you.�

�Please
practice the spell until our next meeting, Miss Sinclair,� Snape
told her dispassionately. �And finish reading the chapters on reflecting hexes
and jinxes. We�ll be practicing those next time. Meanwhile, I shall� revise�
your study schedule.�

Jane didn�t
believe her ears. Something had happened in the last ten minutes and she wasn�t
sure what it was. She looked at him for an answer, but he did not meet her
gaze. He didn�t even look directly at her. His eyes were fixed on something
behind her, just over her left shoulder. It was, Jane thought, as though he was
afraid to look at her. She must have really shocked him. He probably
thought that she was no better than a hormone-driven teenager. She figured she
better leave before she embarrassed herself even further.

�I would
really appreciate that,� she finally said when he remained silent and moved to
leave. �Good night, Professor.�

�Call me Severus,� he suddenly offered.

Jane stopped
mid-step and turned around. �Excuse me?�

�My colleagues
and the members of the Order call me Severus.� He
paused awkwardly. �You might as well do so also.�

There was
something endearing about the way he looked � almost pleading, yet struggling
to appear indifferent � waiting for her response. She wondered how much it had
cost him to say it, and she didn�t even want to think about his motivation.

Jane gave a
slight nod. �Alright. Good night� Severus.�

***

He was
watching her from across the room. Jane could feel his brooding stare, even
before she saw him. It caused the fine hairs on the back of her neck stand up
on end and made her skin tingle. Donning an inviting smile, she turned to face
him, but what she saw caught her by surprise. Gone was the aloof and
untouchable Severus Snape.
In his stead was a passionate man whose dark eyes burned into hers with such
desire that it sent jolts of icy heat through her body. His eyes raked over her
with unconcealed hunger. He extended his hand to her in silent invitation and
she came to him.

He
brought a long finger to her cheek, tracing her delicate features, the curve of
her jaw. With one step, she closed the distance left between them. Severus gently cupped her face and she leaned into his
touch. Still he made no move to kiss her. He let his hand trail down to her
throat with tantalizing slowness. His hand moved over the soft skin of her
throat to her shoulder as he stepped behind her. His other hand slowly slid
around her waist and settled over the gentle curve of her abdomen. Jane�s head
fell backwards against his shoulder as she surrendered to his touch. Her breath
caught in her throat, when he suddenly pulled her tightly against him and
buried his face against her neck.

Jane�s
heart began to race as he kissed the sensitive skin over her jugular. She could
feel his hot breath against her neck and the gentle rasp of his tongue as he
licked the spot he�d just kissed. Severus nipped
gently at first, before fastening his mouth more determinedly. He alternated
the pressure with which he sucked and nipped at her skin, sending jolt after
jolt to the very core of her being. With a guttural moan, Jane melted into his
embrace as he marked her, claiming her as his.

Slowly,
he turned her in his arms until she faced him. He finally lowered his head but
still did not kiss her. Instead, he hovered over her, his lips only a fraction
of an inch from hers. Jane could feel his hot breath against the sensitive skin
of her partially opened lip. A welcome wetness spread between her legs. They
stood like this for what seemed an eternity, face to face, chest to chest,
their breaths mingling. Her mouth went dry with desire and she flicked her
tongue to moisten her lips. As though he�d been waiting for this, Severus finally claimed her mouth in a passionate kiss.

Jane
couldn�t remember how they got to the bed or out of their clothes. All she knew
was that she was finding the most exquisite pleasure in the arms of Severus Snape. She loved his
hands, always had. And now they were on her body, masterfully weaving a spell
of desire and lust over her. Soon his lips followed his hands. He nipped at
her. He licked her. He blew on the moist patches his kisses left, sending
shivers of anticipation down her spine. Jane raked her nails over his back as
she pulled him closer. She yearned to feel him inside her. He had lit a roaring
fire within her and she ached for him to quench it. He kept roaming his hands
over her body, searing every inch of her skin with his touch, driving her wild.

She
wanted him. She needed him. Now. Jane bucked beneath him, thrusting
her hips demandingly against his. In answer, Severus
pushed her thighs apart with one knee and settled himself between her legs.
Jane moaned with pleasure. She wanted to feel him fill and stretch her, to
touch the very core of her. Again, she bucked urgently against him, but he made
no move to claim her. She could already feel the sweet pain build up within her
and she moaned again. Severus moved over her, leaning
in to kiss her. She tightened her arms around him to pull him closer�

�only to
find them empty. Severus was gone. Panting, Jane
jolted upright, staring unseeingly into the darkness. She blinked in confusion
until her vision cleared. She was alone, surrounded by cold, uncomforting
darkness. Reality hit her without mercy. He�d never made love to her. He�d
never even been here. She struggled to bring her breathing under
control. Jane placed one hand over her pounding heart, only to realize that she
was naked and her glistening body helplessly entangled in the sheets. Her hair
was plastered against her head and her sex was throbbing painfully with
unfulfilled desire. A frustrated sob escaped her lips and she buried her face
in her hands. The dream had felt so real. Never in her twenty-nine years
had she experienced anything remotely like it.

Merlin�s
beard! Her head jerked up. Jane sucked in a sharp breath and her heart
began to pound again. She�d just had the most fantastic sensual dream of her
life and it had been about Severus Snape! Mortification swept over her. She frantically
clutched the sheet to her chest. She couldn�t believe it. She�d fantasized
about Severus Snape!
Intimidating, untouchable, cold, dispassionate, disdainful, disapproving,
insufferable Snape! Jane groaned. How could this have
happened? Not bothering with light, she hopped out of bed and went in search of
her nightgown. Her arousal was withering rapidly, being driven away by her
growing embarrassment. Snape! She groaned again. Snape! Of all people! She couldn�t find her
nightgown and almost cried in frustration. She needed something, anything,
to cover herself. She hurried towards her dresser and stubbed her toe on the
trunk by the end of her bed. She suppressed an oath and one of the portraits on
the wall sniggered maliciously. Jane froze. They couldn�t have seen anything,
she thought frantically. But what if they had heard something? She felt
her way back to the bed and collapsed onto it, drained.

She lay awake for a long time, calling herself every kind of
fool. Her last thought before she finally drifted back to sleep was whether
pictures could be bribed.

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A/N #2:
I do declare! Is it hot in here or is it just me?

Lost and
Found � 2005 by MMHG

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